The Young Master Is Fierce Chapter 225: Playing drums and passing flowers

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Although the river breeze was gentle, it still felt like a knife cutting on my face because it was very cold.

Fu Xiaoguan stood alone on the Hanjiang River and looked at the full moon reflected in the Qinhuai River. It undulated, torn, shattered, and reunited on the river surface wrinkled by the evening wind.

"What are you looking at?" Dong Shulan asked softly.

"Look at the moon. Look, is the moon in the water more vivid than the one in the sky?"

Su Su pouted and was very dissatisfied: "How can you be as virtuous as the master? I said, I am! Hungry!"

"Okay, okay!" Fu Xiaoguan could only surrender, "We'll go up now."

Under the guidance of Shangguan Miao, the four of them boarded the red-sleeved boat and went directly to the third floor.

At this moment, the third floor was full except for the one table left. Fu Xiaoguan took a look and understood something in his heart. The place was full of young people, and they were still the kind of educated and youthful people.

Xue Feifei was not singing here. The teenagers were whispering. At this moment, everyone's eyes were on Fu Xiaoguan.

Sure enough, Shangguan Miao said: "Lanting Poetry Society has reserved the venue so that I can discuss poetry with you here. Please take a seat!"

A young man wearing a blue silk robe came over. He came to Fu Xiaoguan and bowed, "My Qin Wenzhe has met Mr. Fu."

"Brother Qin, you're welcome... Actually, I'm going to the Academy in a few days, so you don't have to be like this."

"We know that since the Mid-Autumn Festival last year, when Brother Fu's water tune song was sung here in Beijing, we have admired him very much and wanted to meet him, but he was still here at that time. Jiang, we never got what we wanted. Later, the book "A Dream of Red Mansions" by Mr. Fu became popular in Shangjing. We admired him even more and wanted to see him. Later, Mr. Fu came to Shangjing, but he seemed a little busy. , Brother Yan Xiwen Yan told us that he would introduce us to him in a few days... Now, if we don't take the initiative, I don't know how long it will take to see Brother Fu. ”

Qin Wenzhe's words were neither humble nor arrogant, very similar to Qin Bingzhong's style. Fu Xiaoguan couldn't help but look at him.

Su Su pouted again, glanced at Fu Xiaoguan, and then glared at Qin Wenzhe, thinking why is it so difficult to eat? All of them look hypocritical. Is this what the master calls a beast with a human face? Or is it hypocrisy? Or is it a smile hiding a knife?

I really want to stab them twice!

Fu Xiaoguan bowed his hands in front of everyone and said with a smile: "Everyone, I didn't mean it. People say that scholars are arrogant. In fact, I am not a scholar. I am just a small landowner with a kind of land. So being arrogant has nothing to do with me. It's just me. It’s true that there are so many mundane things to do that I delayed my trip to the Academy. Come on, let’s have a drink! We are all young people in the Yu Dynasty, so we can skip those etiquette and restrictions and have a drink!”

These words immediately won the favor of the group of teenagers, so there was applause and shouts one after another.

"Serve the wine!"

"You won't come home until you're drunk!"

"Brother Fu is indeed a very human being!"

"This is the style of the Yu Dynasty boy!"

"..."

Everyone sat down. In addition to Dong Shulan and Su Su, Fu Xiaoguan also had Shangguan Miao, Qin Wenzhe, and the three young men called by Qin Wenzhe.

There were maids coming and going, and wine and food were placed on the eight tables. Su Su was not polite. She took a piece of squirrel fish and put it into her mouth...it was not as delicious as Mrs. Dong's!

Qin Wenzhe looked twice at such an exquisite girl like Su Su, not because of her rudeness, but because Su Su was so eye-catching.

He looked back at Fu Xiaoguan and introduced: "This is Wu Que, who is also the vice president of Lanting Poetry Society. Anyway, I admire him very much. His family is in Nanling County and has been farmers for generations, but Wu Que But with perseverance, my brother went from being a scholar to being a scholar and was admitted to the academy."

Wu Que was very excited. There shouldn’t be too many stories about Fu Xiaoguan in the capital. He was the idol worshiped by passionate young people like him. Being able to sit at the same table with Fu Xiaoguan today made him feel as if he was in a dream.

He stood up, came to Fu Xiaoguan, and filled a glass of wine for Fu Xiaoguan.

"Wu Que, here's a toast to Mr. Fu!"

Fu Xiaoguan said with a smile: "People often say that it is difficult to produce a noble son from a poor family. I don't think so. Brother Wu, you are good, do it!"

The two clinked glasses and drank. Wu Que served Fu Xiaoguan again and walked back to his seat.

This young man named Wu Que can do it. Fu Xiaoguan remembered his name.

Qin Wenzhe then introduced two other young men to Fu Xiaoguan. One was Shang Liang, the grandson of Shang Yu, Zhongshu Ling of Zhongshu Province, and the other was Gongsun Ke, who was not from Jinling but came from the Xinzhou family. .

Fu Xiaoguan remembered their names but couldn't resist their enthusiasm, so... now he can only drink.

Dong Shulan is very worried. This guy's drinking capacity is not very good. It seems that he will be drunk again tonight!

After thinking about it, drunkenness can be too harmful to the body, so she stood up, bowed to the teenagers in the room, and said with a smile: "Speaking of which, you are all my seniors or juniors, so I will No more. His drinking capacity is limited, and he must be unable to bear it when you take turns fighting, but he is such a casual person and does not know how to refuse. Of course, I am not saying no for him, but... I'll help him drink the rest of the wine. After all, tomorrow is the Lantern Festival, and he's going to Lantingji to compose poems. If he gets drunk tonight and doesn't wake up tomorrow, wouldn't it look bad, okay? ”

Of course these young people all know Dong Shulan. After all, she is one of the three beauties in Beijing, and Dong Shulan did study in the Academy for a period of time. As for the matter between her and Fu Xiaoguan, it is now clear that Yan Xiwen has withdrawn and Fu Xiaoguan has won the beauty back.

Think about Dong Shulan's words again. Tomorrow's Shangyuan Poetry Festival is a big event. Fu Xiaoguan really can't be drunk. It's just that Dong Shulan is a weak woman... How can he drink this wine?

So someone suggested: "How about we have a drinking party and invite Xue Feifei or Liu Yan'er to host it. Whoever loses drinks. Isn't this fair?"

The so-called drinking party has the same meaning as the tea party. It is a form of entertainment for literati in restaurants or brothels. The host will set questions, which can be pairs or poems. If the answer cannot be answered, or If you don't answer well, you will be fined.

Fu Xiaoguan understood the meaning and immediately felt that this method was very good. It was more elegant than the drinking order and simpler than the flying flower order. Moreover, he was confident that he would not drink again.

Qin Wenzhe got up and went to the back room of Hongxiuzhao. Not long after, he invited two women, Xue Feifei and Liu Yaner.

The two women sat in the field, one holding a drum and the other holding a big red flower.

Xue Feifei looked at Fu Xiaoguan with a smile on her lips, "The Nu family just discussed it with Sister Yan'er. It's not fair to have a drinking party. After all, everyone knows that Mr. Fu is very talented. It's not that the Nu family is looking down on you. , The Nu family feels that you are really no match for him, so the game will be changed to beating the drum to pass flowers, okay?"

The students applauded and thought this method was wonderful and at least fair.

"The slave family thinks that the person who receives the flowers not only wants to drink, but also fulfills one of the slave family's wishes. This is a bonus and a hobby. Now, sister Yan'er will play the drums, and the slave family will decide whose family the flowers will go to."

Liu Yan'er covered Xue Feifei's eyes. She sat behind Xue Feifei, glanced at Fu Xiaoguan meaningfully, and smiled with her lips pursed. Fu Xiaoguan suddenly felt a need to urinate... It seemed that there was question!

However, he couldn't help but think too much. Liu Yan'er started beating the drumstick in her hand, and Xue Feifei threw out the red flowers in her hand.

As the drums sounded, the flower circulated in the hands of all the students, and then fell into the hands of Shang Liang. He quickly handed it to Wu Que. Wu Que was shocked and threw it to Qin Wenzhe. Qin Wenzhe didn't care. He hesitated and threw it to Shangguan Miao. Shangguan Miao was the most agile. He didn't pick up the flower at all. He gave it to Fu Xiaoguan with a gentle push.

Next to Fu Xiaoguan was Dong Shulan, and next was Su Su. He had no choice but to throw it out, but at this moment, Xue Feifei shouted: "Stop!"

The drumming stopped, and Fu Xiaoguan just stood up holding the flower.

Xue Feifei took off the silk scarf covering her eyes and looked at Fu Xiaoguan.

Liu Yan'er immediately covered her mouth and snickered, thinking that the time was just right for pushing Xue Feifei just now.

Fu Xiaoguan was speechless. How could it be such a coincidence?

Xue Feifei said: "You have to drink this first glass of wine." As she said that, she walked over, took the jug and poured a glass for Fu Xiaoguan with her own hands, but Dong Shulan took it over.

"I'm afraid Feifei doesn't know. I told everyone just now that he...can't drink too much for the Shangyuan Poetry Festival tomorrow."

Xue Feifei thought about it and nodded, "This is a more important thing. We still hope that you can write better poems at the Shangyuan Poetry Competition tomorrow, which will surpass the literary works of the Wu Dynasty. The future is beautiful.”

Wen Xingzhou’s poem "The Sapphire Case" still remains in the first column of Yuan poems and essays on the Thousand Steles. For the scholars of Dayu who had a prosperous literary style, this is really a shame, but it has happened after so many years. , but no one can compose a better poem than Wen Xingzhou's poem.

So, this is also the expectation of many students.

Dong Shulan drank, and Xue Feifei said again: "I just said that the person who receives the flowers must fulfill one of my wishes... My wish is that you can write a poem as you like!"

Everyone was in an uproar and applauded. Fu Xiaoguan touched his nose and thought that it was lucky that I was asked to write lyrics. If he asked me to serve in bed...should I serve or not?

"A few days ago, I couldn't sleep due to many trivial matters. I got up alone at night and saw plum blossoms blooming in my courtyard. I wrote a poem about it. I will recite it today and enjoy it with you all."

Liu Yan'er had already taken the Four Treasures of the Study, which were now placed on the desk beside her, and she looked at Fu Xiaoguan expectantly.

In fact, everyone here looked at Fu Xiaoguan, so there was no sound anymore, and it seemed that even breathing had stopped.

What kind of lyrics can he compose?

Listening to the meaning of this sentence, it should be based on plum blossom.

He said he couldn't sleep and got up alone at night. It must have been the sword fight with Prince Hui a few days ago.